is somewhere between
you can share my nachos
and your pillow
is my pillow–
Each time we examine
our status
I get excited
you are still
here
but
hands off my chocolate–
there are limits
(2015)
Category: Coffee Break
Caramelized onions
don’t add sugar
why
would you add
to what is already
the perfect confection
with its inner beauty
and warmth, and its
crisp peppery sweetness
were we fools?
There are not enough words
to draw you
there are too many words, and
the truth lies, somewhere
between layers of cake and dissidence
and your smile
that juts in, without
invitation
like sunshine
I have cut this life
into one long, curly strip
like an apple peel
terrified to break it
less and less I sculpt it
my heart jumps to preserve it
Yes
I loved
I was patient
I care(d)
but
I can’t fit that girl
you have an image of
that sedate, smouldering
piece of hot property–
your fantasy–
she is not me
so, be well
I will be here
swinging
with abandon
from my chandelier
The seafarer
one gift
the right to rest safe on your shore
from winds and tides
to find two bright eyes like islands
pearls set with sapphires
your hair
a strange and lovely storm
magnificence intermingled
your raised hands, guides
eager and doubly precious
go
the gulls are crying
go to her
because
she needs you now
trash the tags
night likes
the feel of flowers
my book is done
read on, read on
annihilate my cave
like any woman can
everything open
knees. eyes, lips.
my bones vanish
a dying art
Snooze button
Stealing time
my
brief, momentary dreaming
sandwiched between dawns
a loud herald once more
shattering day
My eyes water, in
morning-after-the-war
sunshine, trading
swords for tea, and
missiles, for
well-worn books
